she was wrapped ... within her soul deeply ... with a feelings of love ... lived it ... as if it were for eternity ... to feel as she was ... as a morning's butterfly ... happily ... with a new coming sun rise ... as all her dreams ... to dance crazily ... all night ... on the acres of love ... with a hope ... may a new day come ... to rise on her ... with a shine ... as that another left day ... with a lover ... to keep him ... all her life ... with a love ... last with lust ... forever ... as the moments ... she lived ... yesterday ...
These years, they ask us questions answers that tomorrow never knows, held in the arms of yesterday. The weight of this dreaming pushes the clouds onto the ground and our fleeting conversations with this flooding rain breaks the boats we built that were already too unfit for this ocean between the clocks we build and the time we chase
Between us and this divided sea Between us and this dying sun Between us and this pale blue sky Between us and the raging tide Between us and running time Between us and yesterday's dreams Between us and tomorrow's sleep Between us and the drying leaves Between us and winter's grave Between us and summer's taste Between us and this beating heart Between us and what's beneath Are the remnants of our interlaced Fingers Still holding onto Love Hope And some reason to Breathe
There’s a message under the last text I sent you that reads Read Yesterday my heart was red yesterday my heart you read yesterday my heart had bled yesterday so my heart has fled yesterday into today the sun’s rays cure the dumb craze brought on by that one phrase that reads Read Yesterday.
Just as yesterday became today, today will become tomorrow. And although these days are connected by time, what happens isn't. Even though tomorrow's a mystery, today, you can learn from yesterday. Today, you can go your own way
